2.26.2010

Mi novia Ítala come flores / Miguel James

My Girlfriend Ítala Eats Flowers

My girlfriend appeared trembling in a bookstoreShe showed me lonely street papers and slashed whoresShe gave me lovely stones and seashellsAn old engraving of untied horsesMy girlfriend was on her way from the sun and looked like a gypsyShe told strange stories about twin soulsMy girlfriend had a blue dressShe fell in love with me and my sandalsMy girlfriend would read Boris VianShe took a shower bleeding and gave me a body that smelled like nothingI fell in love with my girlfriendI braided my hair and took her to the moviesMy girlfriend had an ugly blonde childWe would inhabit the city of fog or beyond the seasMy girlfriend became my girlfriendMy girlfriend pashira and ficus colony of herbs graft of flower-eating dovesI loved my girlfriendMy broke girlfriend sold earrings in the marketsShe would bring me mandarins when I was in solitary confinementShe would undress in front of bored old menI was my girlfriendShe adored Fabio and had a balcony to jump fromAnd it’s just that my sad girlfriend looked like a desolate MagaMy girlfriend was a starI would have died without my girlfriendOne day my girlfriend said we were looking like open wounds under the skyThat she’d take up the lab books againThat she’d stop sleeping at the foot of the bridgeI didn’t pay attention to my girlfriendI let her mix Pelusa rock and biology textsVíctor’s punctual visits and kitchen habitsJohnny’s accurate punchesAnd it’s just that my girlfriend didn’t wanna eat flowers any moreSo then I thought about giving her what she deservesI’d take her to the mountain topI’d bathe her in the trail’s creekThen I’d bombard her with bougainvillea petals from aboveI’d spray her with French perfumesAnd knowing she was in ecstasy I’d cover her with baby pooSo she wouldn’t stop being my girlfriendSo she wouldn’t get sick of eating flowersAnd it’s just that sometimes I don’t feel like being my girlfriend’s boyfriendSometimes I don’t feel like being anyone’s boyfriendBut yesterday I saw my girlfriendShe had ripped shoes and she gave me a glass pearlWe looked at a strange dress that cost as much as two hundred cigarette boxesWe talked about banquet fruits with bread and jellyBecause you really start to get sick of eating flowersBut I told my girlfriend that we’d always eat flowersAnd I understood my girlfriendAnd my girlfriend understood meBut sometimes I worry about my girlfriendBecause my furious girlfriend is capable of hoisting the boy and hitting him like a piñataShe’d shoot her mom on a holidayShe’d blow up the lab with sodiumBecause my girlfriend is a beastShe’s a chill she’s a starAnd I love my girlfriendAnd I know she’ll appear on the avenue singingShe’ll scream absurdities only I understandShe’ll put a knife to my belly buttonShe’ll say: “Man, take off your pants”Because my girlfriend’s my girlfriendBecause I know my girlfriendMy eternal girlfriend my girlfriend ÍtalaMy crazy girlfriendGanja plantSunAnd spring.